watching his chance, he would contrive to run up to Bessie’s very toes, snatch the morsel, and then dodge away again, before she could touch so much as one of his curls. In this way, he possessed himself of the entire slice of bread, and then returned to his former seat, leaving Bess none the better for her efforts.
“Won’t he come?” asked Fred sympathetically, though with a strong desire to laugh.
“He hasn’t the remotest idea of such a thing,” replied Bess disconsolately, as she looked at her watch.
Mrs. Carter joined them on the steps.
“Fuzz, come here! Come to grandma!” she called authoritatively.
But Fuzz withdrew to the middle of the street, and contemplated a distant carriage.
“I’ll tell you, Bess, what you can do. We will all go in, and then, in a few minutes, you can go out the back way, and through to the other street.”
“A brilliant idea, mother. Come, Fred.” And she led the way into the house, and shut the door with an emphasis to attract the dog’s attention.
